Omaha daily bee., 1887-04-16
SOME MEASlE STORIES.
philosopher Arp Comforts the Chill
dren with Thrilling Tales.

Bill Arp in Atlanta Constitution: The
measles have come agaln--mCasles and
the mcancst sort of measles. Eight of
the flock have long since graduated in all
the infantie diseases and have their di-
pomas, and now Carl ana Jessie are
down and ii takes lots of nursing, for
they are real sick They are tender
hearted now, very and want their mother
or me close by or in sight all the time.
sit between their two beds and tell them
stories and have to hold hand of each
to keep them even. When ] lovingly
fontle one have to fondle the other too,
for they are jealous. The old stories have
to be repeated There is the beaverdam
story and the runaway ngger and the
black pony and Tip from the Yankees and
my school butter scrape and some others
that have Il patent on, anG have
brought them all along down the CORR.
dors OF time and cheered many Il weary
hour Tor our restless, eager children.
Then | told these measly children
about my gong to.l}oston with my father
and mother and brother when was only
eight years Old How we took passage
in Il sail vessel from Savannah, and were
out forty days at sea, and had awful
storms, and 1T last were run into by
another vessel in n fog rs we nearcd the
harbor, and how our own YES sci went
down, and the passengers all had to ret
aboard the other vessel, and how my
mother would not consent to come home
by sea, and my father had TO buy car
rage and two black mares, and also
bought Il black pony for my brother and
me to ride on, and how my fathers sister
came home with us and Mr.. Maltbic, who
was his .schoolmatc,, and so
and two boys on the pony and we
came all the way to Georgia and 1T
took us over two months, and we never
crossed railroad nor saw one, for there
was not one to cross, and how had to
ride behind most of the time, and one
day us we saw some wild grapes up in a
vine over our heads, my brother got me
to stand up on the ponys back so as to
reach them and rs lswung up to the vine
he rode off and left me hanging there,
and | got mad and cried and waited for
the carriage to come up, and told on
him, yes did and they lie, me ride in the
carriage until got over my pouts.
Then told these measly children that
my good father was dead and that my
dear mother was dead and my brother
was dead and so was my aunt and Mr..
Maltble and the two mares and the pony,
and the carriage was worn out and gone,
and only was left. Then they put their
measly arms around my old neck and
kissed me so lovingly that was glad |
was not dead.
Mrs. Arp flies round all the day fixing
up something. She make them chicken
soup, and tastes it and seasons it and
tastes it again, and she fixes up toasts
and gclatine, and she feels of their feet
forty times n day to see if
they are warm, and she doses
them with onion juice, and she keeps
canphor flannel on their breasts to
make their old measly cough easier, and
she keeps the room dark to keep the
light from hurting their measles eyes,
and away in the night is she Slip
ping and sliding around like q
ghost and putting her hand on their
measly forehead to see If lthey havn't
got fever or something. Such is life in
this measly world, and we must take it
as it comes, and be calm and serene,
measles or no measles. She is reading
old Robinson Crusoc to them now, but
by and by she will stop and then they
will be yelling for me. thought that
our crop was laid by, but it has got the
measles, just like the cotton sometimes
takes fhc rust.